Dark Heresy - The Heavens Call (Inactive)

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GM of all he Surveys - Still sick, but in a different way

"The ways of the Inquisition are mysterious indeed. I prefer a means of escape, myself. But vox us if you wish the doors re-opened. These things seem to lack Gothic speech once fully infected."

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The way to the Chapel is clear, and easy to follow. Not surprisingly the corridor approaching the doors is filled with great murals, each obviously the work of the Sisters themselves, painted by hand by the Sisters. They show scenes of the Great Crusade, starting with the Emperor's pact with Mars and the creation of His Angels of Death. The great fleets and vasts armies of the Space Marines are seen sweeping away mutants, aliens and traitors to humanity.

And then, finally, the inevitable betrayal. The fall of Horus into the embrace of his dark Gods, and the Siege of Terra. The fall of the Sainted Sanguinus, and the Sigiilte maintaining the great beacon in the Emperor's stead as the Leader of Humanity sought out his favoured son, tried to save him - and when it proved impossible, erased his very soul from existence.

The doors contain the image of the Emperor Respeldant, sitting upon the Golden Throne with a beatific smile upon his face as he gazes down on you all.

The doors themselves are open, jammed open by the bodies of the fallen, and the corridor itself is littered with the dead of both sides.


WS 41, BS 42, Str30, T30, Agi34, Int32, Per28, WP30, Fel37 Wounds: 8/13, TB: 3, Armour All: 4, FP: 1/2. Deathlight 15/18

Lothar advances keeping his deathlight lasgun to hand. "This doesn't look good but we are here to investigate. If nothing else the bodies of the Sisters can be given proper rites and their wargear returned to use in the God Emperor's Eternal Crusades."


Male WS 33 BS 30 S 37 T 42 Ag 45 Int 36 Per 37 Wp 34 Fel 33 | Wounds 11/11 | Fate Points 1/4 | Init +6 | Armour 4 Head, Arms, Body| Armageddon 15/15, Orthlack Mark IV (12/12).

Vasyl makes sure his Armageddon is loaded.

"Yeah, let's clean this place out and bring them back."

And us.


WS 30, BS 29, S 30, T 38, Ag 29, Int 36, Per 27, WP 32, Fel 35 | Wounds 3/12 | Fate Points 1/2 | Armour 3 All | Laspistol 30/30 | Lasgun 30/30 | Spare Charge Packs 4/4 | Insanity 6

"Let us be about it then."

Heironymous takes up position next to the servitor and raises his lascarbine as they advance.


GM of all he Surveys - Still sick, but in a different way

The inside of the chapel is a blood bath. The painted scenes of saints and heroes of the Imperium are riddled with bolter shell holes, lasgun burns and shotgun blasts. The altar at the far end is toppled, a squad of Sisters in full armour laying around it.

One door stand on the left and right of the chapel. The one to the left is sealed, by the one to the right stands open. Sounds of fighting can be heard faintly from the right hand door.

The Servitor begins to move towards it, crushing bodies, benches and everything else as it computed the easiest path was to simply aim at the door and march.


Male WS 33 BS 30 S 37 T 42 Ag 45 Int 36 Per 37 Wp 34 Fel 33 | Wounds 11/11 | Fate Points 1/4 | Init +6 | Armour 4 Head, Arms, Body| Armageddon 15/15, Orthlack Mark IV (12/12).

I wonder what shape that armour is in.

Vasyl quietly says:

"I suggest that we send the servitor in first. It can take and dish out hits."


WS 41, BS 42, Str30, T30, Agi34, Int32, Per28, WP30, Fel37 Wounds: 8/13, TB: 3, Armour All: 4, FP: 1/2. Deathlight 15/18

Lothar moves quickly in the wake of the servitor. "Vasyl, you're the quickest on your feet, respectfully check the fallen sisters for krak grenades, flamers or meltaguns but don't lag behind."


GM of all he Surveys - Still sick, but in a different way

The bulk of the sisters weapons seemed to have been taken by others, but there was a Meltagun with a full fuel tank.

Around the doorway was a large room. Whatever it had once been was unclear. What it was now was the vilest of heresy. Eight of the clergy for this chapel had been slaughtered, put in a circle and there blood used to form a ritual circle.

Something was inside the circle, with a ragged cluster of fighters trying to kill it. A wounded Volga was there, firing an autogun at the creature inside. Two of his team stood with him, and across from them acluster of armsmen, Sisters and other crewmen.

But the thing they were fighting was over ten feet tall, clad in flame and bronze armour with a long spear. It might have been feminine, but any such hints were overidden by its crimson skin and weapon. As the Servitor began to lock on it was taking the head off a crewman with a victorious howl.

Initative:

Vasyl: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Hieronymous: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Lothar: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

NPC's: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Daemon: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

The massive monster let out another roar, this one with a horrible edge to it, that sang of blood and pain and the end of mortal lives.

1d100 ⇒ 59

Most of the crew stopped, with several dropping to deck in terror or fleeing in horror. Only Volga and the trio of Sisters continued to peppern the thing with shots.

It is that time - please all make a Hard (-20) Willpower Test orn or roll d100 on the Shock Table for a failure.


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WS 41, BS 42, Str30, T30, Agi34, Int32, Per28, WP30, Fel37 Wounds: 8/13, TB: 3, Armour All: 4, FP: 1/2. Deathlight 15/18

Lothar kept his voice low. "Vasyl that meltagun if you will. A well placed shot with a cooker might take the spring from it's step. I'd advice you to hit it with something big and get away from me!" Lothar took the meltagun without furhter notice. Thank the God Emperor it's not a plasma gun or I might blow myself up.

I'd leave Vasyl take the shot but odds are he wont pass the check so going the seize the initiative

Lothar levels the meltagun and shoots it at the things exposed back. "I tread the path of Righteousness. Though it be paved with broken glass, I will walk it barefoot; though it cross rivers of fire, I will pass over them; though it wanders wide, the light of the Emperor guides my step."

Willpower 10 or less: 1d100 ⇒ 40
Unshakeable Faith 10 or less: 1d100 ⇒ 9

BS42-20 Untrained+30 Massive+30 Surprised opponent? 82: 1d100 ⇒ 22
Energy Damage. Pen 12: 2d10 + 4 ⇒ (6, 4) + 4 = 14 Degrees of success substituted so 16 Damage Pen 12


Male WS 33 BS 30 S 37 T 42 Ag 45 Int 36 Per 37 Wp 34 Fel 33 | Wounds 11/11 | Fate Points 1/4 | Init +6 | Armour 4 Head, Arms, Body| Armageddon 15/15, Orthlack Mark IV (12/12).

Will 14: 1d100 ⇒ 11

Amazingly...success!

Vasyl takes in the sight before him, and feels pangs of...

Fear!?! What!? NO. *I* am in control.

"Stop crawling and KILL THE FRACKING THING!!!", Vasyl roars as he starts blasting with his Armageddon at the creature.

Full auto at close range - 93: 1d100 ⇒ 91

If the creature is massive as in +30 to hit, that would be a single hit.

Damage, pen 0, just in case: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11


WS 30, BS 29, S 30, T 38, Ag 29, Int 36, Per 27, WP 32, Fel 35 | Wounds 3/12 | Fate Points 1/2 | Armour 3 All | Laspistol 30/30 | Lasgun 30/30 | Spare Charge Packs 4/4 | Insanity 6

Willpower -20 = 12: 1d100 ⇒ 76

Shock: 1d100 ⇒ 25 + 50 (5 degrees of failure) = 75

Unable to take actions until Heironymous snaps out of it, then -10 to all tests.

Heironymous drops to the floor with the rest, unable to take to added psychological strain.


GM of all he Surveys - Still sick, but in a different way

Crewman Fear: 1d100 ⇒ 71

The crewman accompanying you yelled in horror as he saw what awaited, and began to pray.

The creature bellowed - rage, joy, ecstasy? - as the Meltagun flashes part of its flesh to steam. Vasyl's shot missed as it moved with inhuman grace, although it hissed as it hit the edge of the barrier. Apparently, it could not pass beyond.

Sister 1: 1d100 ⇒ 96
Sister 2: 1d100 ⇒ 68
Sister 3: 1d100 ⇒ 78

Volga: 1d100 ⇒ 62

Servitor: 1d100 ⇒ 96

Your allies attempt to lay down a withering assault...but somehow the creature keeps moving out of the way.

While it could not make it out of the circle, its weapon could, and suddenly the bronze weapon lashed out.

Daemon - To Hit: 1d100 ⇒ 88

But in what could only be described as a comedy of errors, it also missed.

What the hell, diceroller?


Male WS 33 BS 30 S 37 T 42 Ag 45 Int 36 Per 37 Wp 34 Fel 33 | Wounds 11/11 | Fate Points 1/4 | Init +6 | Armour 4 Head, Arms, Body| Armageddon 15/15, Orthlack Mark IV (12/12).

Vasyl calms, regaining his composure, and keeps firing.

Full auto 93: 1d100 ⇒ 87

The dice gods are displeased!

Pen 0: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Definitely.


WS 30, BS 29, S 30, T 38, Ag 29, Int 36, Per 27, WP 32, Fel 35 | Wounds 3/12 | Fate Points 1/2 | Armour 3 All | Laspistol 30/30 | Lasgun 30/30 | Spare Charge Packs 4/4 | Insanity 6

Willpower: 1d100 ⇒ 29


WS 41, BS 42, Str30, T30, Agi34, Int32, Per28, WP30, Fel37 Wounds: 8/13, TB: 3, Armour All: 4, FP: 1/2. Deathlight 15/18

"You are cast out! There are no heretics to welcome you here demon!" Lothar moved closer to get a better shot... he had to make every one count...

BS42-20 Untrained+30 Massive+10 Close Range 62: 1d100 ⇒ 17
Energy Damage. Pen 12: 2d10 + 4 ⇒ (10, 5) + 4 = 19
Righteous Fury? 62: 1d100 ⇒ 89


GM of all he Surveys - Still sick, but in a different way

I'm sorry, I thought I'd posted here. Maybe I did and Paizo ate it. Maybe it was all in my mind...

Lothar's blast wounds the creature, who rages once more, as Vasyl's shot goes wide.

Your allies attempted to fight once again.

Sister 1: 1d100 ⇒ 3
Damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Sister 2: 1d100 ⇒ 5
Damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Sister 3: 1d100 ⇒ 22
Damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Volga: 1d100 ⇒ 76

Servitor: 1d100 ⇒ 75

"In the Emperor's name we cannot allow such evil to continue," the leader of the remaining Sisters cried, rallying her fellows tolay down a brutally accurate chain of fire. Small detonations exploaded across the the surface of the demons as it roared, and lashed out once more.

To Hit: 1d100 ⇒ 96

The clumsy swing was easily blocked by the power-armoured Sister in the lead, turning aside the massive blow with her Sarissa.


WS 41, BS 42, Str30, T30, Agi34, Int32, Per28, WP30, Fel37 Wounds: 8/13, TB: 3, Armour All: 4, FP: 1/2. Deathlight 15/18

Lothar continues closing in, hitting the demon in the arm this time as he fires the meltagun though it's only a glancing shot... from a meltagun but still a glancing shot.

BS42-20 Untrained+30 Massive+30 Point Blank Shot 82: 1d100 ⇒ 81
Energy Damage. Pen 12: 2d10 + 4 ⇒ (2, 6) + 4 = 12


Male WS 33 BS 30 S 37 T 42 Ag 45 Int 36 Per 37 Wp 34 Fel 33 | Wounds 11/11 | Fate Points 1/4 | Init +6 | Armour 4 Head, Arms, Body| Armageddon 15/15, Orthlack Mark IV (12/12).

Coolly, Vasyl empties the remainder of his clip at the thing.

Full Auto (3 shots) 93: 1d100 ⇒ 34

Pen 0, I: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Pen 0, I: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Pen 0, I: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Out. We're making progress but it's dangerously slow.

"Reloading!"


GM of all he Surveys - Still sick, but in a different way

OK, I guess Hierynmous is still out of it for this round.

Instability: 1d100 ⇒ 18

This time the acolytes managed to land solid hits, and the creature...flickered...in and out of existence for a moment. It came back quickly enough, however, and the allies continued trying to destroy.

Sister 1: 1d100 ⇒ 37
Damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Sister 2: 1d100 ⇒ 26
Damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Sister 3: 1d100 ⇒ 20
Damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Volga: 1d100 ⇒ 89

Servitor: 1d100 ⇒ 42
Damage: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Damage: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

This time the Sisters assault was joined by the Servitor. Bolter shells riddled the creature as it screamed, followed by blasts from the heavy stubber.

Once again it tried to fight back...

To Hit: 1d100 ⇒ 62

...and once again the spear whistled by, although this time much, much closer to hitting the lead Sister.


Male WS 33 BS 30 S 37 T 42 Ag 45 Int 36 Per 37 Wp 34 Fel 33 | Wounds 11/11 | Fate Points 1/4 | Init +6 | Armour 4 Head, Arms, Body| Armageddon 15/15, Orthlack Mark IV (12/12).

There has to be another weapon here in this mess.

As Vasyl urgently slams another magazine into his Armageddon, he cast his gaze around, seeking any dropped bolter or explosives.

"Ready!"

Awareness 47: 1d100 ⇒ 49


WS 41, BS 42, Str30, T30, Agi34, Int32, Per28, WP30, Fel37 Wounds: 8/13, TB: 3, Armour All: 4, FP: 1/2. Deathlight 15/18

Lothar fires again... only fuel for one last melta shot after this... "Flee to the darkness before the light of the Emperor sears you from existence."

BS42+10 Aim +30 Massive+30 Point Blank Shot 112: 1d100 ⇒ 27
Energy Damage. Pen 24: 2d10 + 4 ⇒ (3, 5) + 4 = 12 Substituting degrees of success for 3, so 17 damage.


GM of all he Surveys - Still sick, but in a different way

There are several fallen weapons - including a Goodwyn Pattern bolter - clutched in the hands or near fallen warriors.

Since this thing is pretty much toast, pick something cool to blast it with Vasyl. Just remember the Sisters will probably ask for it back later.


Male WS 33 BS 30 S 37 T 42 Ag 45 Int 36 Per 37 Wp 34 Fel 33 | Wounds 11/11 | Fate Points 1/4 | Init +6 | Armour 4 Head, Arms, Body| Armageddon 15/15, Orthlack Mark IV (12/12).

Practice.

Vasyl rushes to the bolter he spies, and aims it at the demon.

He wordlessly starts emptying the clip at it.


GM of all he Surveys - Still sick, but in a different way

Vasyl To Hit: 1d100 ⇒ 37
Damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

The heavy weapons struck the monster, and enough of its mass was simply gone that any mortal creature should be utterly and completely dead. But a being of the warp wasn't a mortal creature, and it tried to hang on.

Still, while so many creatures of the Warp wished to be in the Materium, it meant that they also had to follow some of the laws of this reality. The creature slumped to the ground with a howl and vanished from reality, leaving only a charred section of deck plating and the strange circle it had been trapped in.


WS 41, BS 42, Str30, T30, Agi34, Int32, Per28, WP30, Fel37 Wounds: 8/13, TB: 3, Armour All: 4, FP: 1/2. Deathlight 15/18

"Lothar Von Bismarck. This is Vasyl and Techpriest Bahrenfahrer. We are agents of the Inquisition. Please apprise us of your current situation and other potential threats you are aware of." While awaiting a response Lothar stayed alert for any canisters for the meltagun amongst the fallen. The grim pragmatism had helped them fell the demon after all.


GM of all he Surveys - Still sick, but in a different way

"Seraphim Gloria Manifar," the leader of the Sisters responded with a nod. "Our thanks to your man Volga and his team, Agent. His team was able to assist with repelling the attackers, although we both suffered heavy losses." She considered for a moment. "We have two dozen of the staff and crew sealed within the inner chapel, along with some of my Sisters who were too wounded to continue fighting."

Looking over at the circle, she continued, "Soon after your team arrived that...thing...broke through our defences. Our Celestine led some of our fellows to stop it, and buy us time to retreat, but when they fell they fell in a circle that trapped it. The blood formed the circle around the beast, holding it, but as it dried it began to weaken. So we had to try killing it while it was trapped. Most of us fell to the spear as we tried. Your aid in finishing it was appreciated."


Lothar nods "It was our duty and honour Seraphim Manifar. We've made contact with high ranking members of the ships Machine Cult. Our current plan is to compartmentalize the ship, we search and cleanse it one section at a time. It's a bit grim but it might aid us in our service to the God Emperor if we take up the wargear of the martyred sororitas like this meltagun. We are not seeking to dishonour them but avenge them as well as see their duty completed."


GM of all he Surveys - Still sick, but in a different way

Looking down at the weapon, the Sister nodded slowly. "They are relics of our order, so I cannot offer them as a gift for your service, but I think you have earned the right to wield them for a time in the service of the Emperor and to slay His enemies."


WS 41, BS 42, Str30, T30, Agi34, Int32, Per28, WP30, Fel37 Wounds: 8/13, TB: 3, Armour All: 4, FP: 1/2. Deathlight 15/18

Lothar nodded at the words of the Sororitas. Even as a noble he had respect for them and indeed some reverence but he was an agent of the Inquisition, it would give the survivors solace and reassure them to see them take calm action in the face of horror. It was like being a noble he realised but on a different level. "You know your tactical position and numbers, if any can be spared to help cleanse the area it would be appreciated. Room by room and deck by deck any taint will be removed."

"Techpriest Bahrenfahrer, please liaise with the Mechanicus hierarchy. Vasyl please survey the relics and reloads for what will help us avenge the fallen and complete our mission."


GM of all he Surveys - Still sick, but in a different way

The cleansing of the Sigilite's Grace took time, but with the demonic incursion shattered and the ship's systems once again in Imperial control there was little the unfocused enemies could do. It wasn't a bloodless campaign, as the monstrous arms and corrupted crew were still viciously tough and strong, but the longer they remained in the Materium the more difficult it seemed to be for them to maintain. The Sisters and remaining clerics blessing each retaken area oil with incense and sacred oil didn't help.

Although damaged by the fighting, the ship itself was still sound and repairs and refit wouldn't take more than a year. Part of the time would be decontamination and purification, with the rites performed now reinforced by repetition and blessed articles of faith. She could limp her way back to dry dock, once contact was made with the Inquisitor it was clear more checks would be needed before the bulk of the crew could be extracted. A Black Ship was dispatched to test the survivors, and mindwipe them as needed, to keep the tales of the incursion from spreading.

Volga, Kapenia and Sister Manifar were left to keep the ship under control at the edge of the Imperial system that held the Shrine World Veneris. The Acolyte team, what was left of it, was returned to the Inquistor Eliza's vessel by rapid transport. To no one's shock Skull was on board the transport, along with a minister who assessed the state of the acolyte's souls.

It was a long trip back the Manifest Destiny.

Congratulations on completing part II. You guys get an additional 500xp for not dying, and we'll take a short break while we organize more warm bodies.


Male WS 33 BS 30 S 37 T 42 Ag 45 Int 36 Per 37 Wp 34 Fel 33 | Wounds 11/11 | Fate Points 1/4 | Init +6 | Armour 4 Head, Arms, Body| Armageddon 15/15, Orthlack Mark IV (12/12).

Vasyl hangs onto the boltgun, doing his best to get used to its particular kick while gunning down the tainted and the damned.

I could get used to this.

He duly hands over the weapon to the sisters before exiting the vessel.

"Good gun. Good hunting. Good luck."


WS 41, BS 42, Str30, T30, Agi34, Int32, Per28, WP30, Fel37 Wounds: 8/13, TB: 3, Armour All: 4, FP: 1/2. Deathlight 15/18

Lothar returns the meltagun, now that they had time to reflect on the problem and were about to disembark.

On the shuttle back to the Inquisitorial ship he takes out his writing kit and begins writing a full report while the memories are still fresh in his head.


WS 41, BS 42, Str30, T30, Agi34, Int32, Per28, WP30, Fel37 Wounds: 8/13, TB: 3, Armour All: 4, FP: 1/2. Deathlight 15/18

After any debriefing

Lothar tracks Vasyl down with a package under his arm. "Vasyl, I think it's becoming obvious for all intentions there is a high mortality rate with our missions. You've held the line against enemies where many would have fled. You're a competent shot but any cartridge can run empty and any charge pack can run dry." First he takes from the package a bolo knife in a sheath, the pommel has a silver aquila. "More finely made than the one you have now and it has a mono edge, should cut far more easily through armour now.

Then he pulls out a mesh cowl. [b]"You've been fortunate so far nothing has hit you in the head but if it happens no reason for it to be bare in a firefight."

"We'll likely die doing the God Emperor's work for the Inquisitor and with His grace we'll do it for a long time yet. No reason not to take some reasonable effort on our part to extend that period with sensible precautions."

GQ Mono Bolo Knife and a Mesh Cowl


Male WS 33 BS 30 S 37 T 42 Ag 45 Int 36 Per 37 Wp 34 Fel 33 | Wounds 11/11 | Fate Points 1/4 | Init +6 | Armour 4 Head, Arms, Body| Armageddon 15/15, Orthlack Mark IV (12/12).

Vasyl takes stock of Lothar's largesse, and nods slightly.

Definitely one to keep alive if I can.

As he tests the bolo knife for balance, he replies:

"Lothar, that's going to help keep us both alive. You're a hell of a lot more sensible than too many nobles."

Lucky for me there was a less sensible one.

"As for dying, I aim to avoid that for a long time. After all, it's hard to kill the God-Emperor's enemies if we're spitted first. I get the impression that senior rank around here is the way to go: resources and pull over missions. Erkan had a bit of rank and even that wasn't enough. I didn't see him get out of the Grace. We're already doing the job *well*, we just need to make sure that we're getting suitable promotions for it. So far, so good though."


WS 41, BS 42, Str30, T30, Agi34, Int32, Per28, WP30, Fel37 Wounds: 8/13, TB: 3, Armour All: 4, FP: 1/2. Deathlight 15/18

"A bit of experience in the trenches keeps you alert to the realities of the galaxy. On Kinog although the lower castes can join the planetary defense forces only nobles can travel off world for the honour of fighting in the Emperor's crusades, stiff competition for it as a matter of fact."

"I was healing up on my way home after my tough of duty you see. Not everyone makes it back but there is honour and prestige for the family of the fallen as well. For those who do survive doors open up to them, I doubt I'm the first Kinog Grenadier to get drafted into the service of an Inquisitor but of course such things aren't common knowledge. I had considered politics after some time off on return estate by Lake Tsantu or if I was fortunate perhaps a Rogue Trader vessel of repute came by recruiting seek to become an officer amongst their armsmen or another posting." He smiles fondly at the notions.

"There's bad apples even amongst the nobility as you've said. Not everyone takes their responsibility as serious as they should. Lead by example. Even so you might have misconstrued some nobles you've seen, in the politics of nobility sometimes on must make feints and throw off your rivals or they are focused on affairs you'd have no experience with, what seems sensible to you would be foreign to them. I've earned and had the honour of fighting in the Margin Crusade and we've fought in a warzone and on the decks of a ship. The specifics aren't something I'm accustomed to but general combat, I'm experienced at that. The Inquisitor has untold experience and talents, they have seen your value and you've kept alive and accomplished your mission."

"No offense but you're not some dredge of the underhive now, you're an agent of the Holy Ordos with two successful missions under your belt so the Inquisitor is proven rather unsurprisingly correct. To be fair though I've fought beside hiveworlder regiments before. The Brontian Longknives have some grit. Not as skilled with blade or lasgun as a Kinog Grenadier but competent."


Male WS 33 BS 30 S 37 T 42 Ag 45 Int 36 Per 37 Wp 34 Fel 33 | Wounds 11/11 | Fate Points 1/4 | Init +6 | Armour 4 Head, Arms, Body| Armageddon 15/15, Orthlack Mark IV (12/12).

The man has some points. It's not like I'm that familiar with noble ways.

Vasyl keenly listens as Lothar speaks about the nobility.

"I'm going to guess that any noble with sense would have stayed well away from the slums I grew up in. So I doubt I saw the best of the bunch. What you're saying fills in some blanks for me. Feints, I can get, and focusing on one's business, I can get that too."

"As for fighting, the rough areas of hives are plain deadly. If you aren't armed and able to fight, you'd better be good at hiding, or good at pleading. And neither will do any good against the worst monsters, whether they look human or not."


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Wounds: 9/9, Fate Points: 1/3, TB: 3, Fatigue: 0, Insanity=7, Corruption=1

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GM of all he Surveys - Still sick, but in a different way

The office of Inquisitor Darvidia Eliza is a smaller fair than one might expect, although of an opulent size for a chamber on-board a ship where most of the space must serve a function. An ancient desk of wood so dark is seems to be like carved obsidian takes up a chunk of the room, and a large, comfortable looking chair of the same material sits behind it. The walls are lined with bookshelves, each holding leather bound books or neatly ordered dataslates and crystals, and an impressive suit of armour sits on display in one corner, an unpleasant looking combi-weapon of some kind clutched in its armoured grip.

The six chairs arrayed before the desk are less opulent than the one the Inquisitor sits in, but comfortable and easy to relax in all the same. As Skull shows you into the room he gestures to the chairs, and the Inquisitor looks up and smiles, the look tinged with sadness.

"Let me first thank you for your service - it will be remembered, although not by the Imperium at large. Your names have been entered into the Inquisitions archives, as have those of your fellows who are...no longer with us. You may be wondering why there are six of you here today. The reason is simple - I prefer to keep my agents up to a certain strength, and as a result I have chosen to merge teams that have lost members into one new unit. All of you have served faithfully to this point, and I would like you to do so again."

Rising to her feet, the Inquisitor pads around the desk revealing the simple robe she is wearing, bare feet peeking out from beneath the hem as she moves, and she picks up a data slate. "This task is a little unusual. My aid has been requested by another of the Inquisition, an old friend called Menesk. He sent a band of new recruits - much like yourselves - under the supervision of one of his Interrogators to investigate a murder that hinted at a possible Xenos cult."

Putting the slate down, she flicked a few switches on the desk until a holo display of a crime scene appeared. A young man was in the centre, nude but for the restraints keeping him in place. His abdomen had been sliced down the middle and enough of his internal organs removed that it seemed almost hollow, with only the heart and lungs remaining. Around him, in what is likely his own blood, are symbols and sigils.

"The runes have been tentatively identified as being a corrupted form of Eldar script, although there meaning has far defied translation. Menesk's team arrived on world to look into it, but soon after making contact with the Adeptus Arbites they were attacked. The reports Menesk got after are mangled, apparently partially blocked, but it seems that there was at least on survivor."

Dismissing the gruesome image, the Inquisitor continues, "Therefore, your task is two-fold. First, I would like you to establish the fate, and if at all possible, save any members of Menesk's team. Secondly, I would like you to find out the source of the murders. To make matters worse, we suspect that the attack was brought on by the knowledge that there were Servants of the Inquisition on world. As a result, I would ask that you take pains to hide that fact until the final moment, when you have the information you need to locate the attackers and simply need the Inquisition's authority to call in a final strike."

She glances over at you all.


WS 24, BS 43, Str 31, T 40, Ag 39, Int 33, Per 37, WP 46, Fel 14 Wounds: 10/10, TB: 4, Armour All: 0, FP: 2/2

Afan sits comfortably where he has been instructed, soaking up the information provided. He does not nod, does not utter a noise to affirm his understanding, he waits to be dismissed so that he may carry out his new mission. The only indication that he is even alive is his breathing and the way his eyes track the inquisitor as she moves.


Female Human(Schola Progenium) Adepta Sororitas

Callidia bows her head slightly in acquiescence, her voice quiet and calm, "Will of the Emperor, Inquisitor. Though it galls me to conceal myself in this way, He does not ask more of us than we can bear in His service."


Wounds: 9/9, Fate Points: 1/3, TB: 3, Fatigue: 0, Insanity=7, Corruption=1

Lazerus stand in the corner of the room pressing himself against the wall clearly trying to get as far away from Afan as he can.
"I live to serve sir. I can aid this group with my Psychic abilities, which include healing and memory suppression but I warn you that my abilities are hampered by .... him" Lazerus says pointing at Afan.

"I also have been given access to forbidden knowledge, which we no doubt be useful here"


Male WS 33 BS 30 S 37 T 42 Ag 45 Int 36 Per 37 Wp 34 Fel 33 | Wounds 11/11 | Fate Points 1/4 | Init +6 | Armour 4 Head, Arms, Body| Armageddon 15/15, Orthlack Mark IV (12/12).

A little earlier

As Vasyl walked through the corridors to reach the Inquisitor's office, his brown eyes kept moving.

It's hard *not* to look for those hands. Interesting trophy of the mission.

Now

Vasyl's bulky clothing is doing a reasonable job of hiding the mesh underneath. Not so much the weapons but the hiver has consciously traded off subtlety for ease of access this time.

His shaven, chemical-burned, and scarred head is clearly visible. As is his keen interest in every word that the Inquisitor is saying.

When she is done, and a few of the others, he speaks up in a hive accent that has been softened to the point where it could be from a score of worlds.

"Vasyl Zima. Inquisitor, I've questions."

"One, did Menesk's team get any other useful info out? Locations, suspects, contacts?"

"Two, have the local 'biters drawn suspicion for any other reason? As in before an inquisition team disappeared on their watch?"

"Three, can we get resources to form a cover? Clothing, trade goods, mercenary licenses, etc?"

Got to think of a good cover. At least a few of this lot might have skill in keeping quiet.


The only female send thoughtful and a bit awestruck.

Jene Rodriguez, Inquisitor.

Were they interrupted? Leaving the heart and lungs for last could keep the test of the organs... fresh. Perhaps organ trade. Any trades of drugs or medicines going in their blood? Was this the only victim?


WS 41, BS 42, Str30, T30, Agi34, Int32, Per28, WP30, Fel37 Wounds: 8/13, TB: 3, Armour All: 4, FP: 1/2. Deathlight 15/18

While the others asked pertinent questions Lothar peered at the crude glyphs in the picture. He had encountered many xenos in his time during the Margin Crusade and racked his brain for memories of these ones but shook his head, there was no correlation with what he had previously seen.

"Inquisitor. Suspicion against the Arbites is concerning. If they are being spied or God Emperor forbid infiltrated then the likes of PDF forces or Enforcers aren't something we can rely on without further investigation either. Unless we are confident a local force is free of influence it might be best for us to relay the information we gain and continue monitoring this cult until off world forces can be brought in."

Forbidden Lore Xenos 42 or less: 1d100 ⇒ 56


GM of all he Surveys - Still sick, but in a different way

The Inquisitor nods to Vasyl. "The team was only on the ground for a day or two before the ambush. If they did attempt to send any information, and it's very likely they did, it was too garbled to retrieve."

"There have been no reports suggesting that the Arbites are corrupt, but the potential is always present. As usual for a World there are only a few hundred officers who oversee the correct interpretation of the Emperor's laws and rule. If you wish to check the records for any hints you'll have access to them on route." Looking at Lothar, she added, "It would certainly seem verifying the sanctity of the Arbites will be a primary goal."

She smiled at the last one. "Yes, supplies for your chosen cover will be provided, including documentation, once you've decided on what that cover will be. I strongly suggest something that will allow you to poke around in such mysteries, and perhaps a backup cover in case of compromise."

Looking over to Jean, she continued, "I can't say for sure. It might have been an attempt to leave the victim alive for as long as possible. Organ trafficking seems unlikely, but I can't rule it out. The medical report isn't with the files we currently have, so I'm afraid I can't answer that."


Male WS 33 BS 30 S 37 T 42 Ag 45 Int 36 Per 37 Wp 34 Fel 33 | Wounds 11/11 | Fate Points 1/4 | Init +6 | Armour 4 Head, Arms, Body| Armageddon 15/15, Orthlack Mark IV (12/12).

I'm sure the others will add their ideas. We need to get this as solid as possible.

"Understood, Inquisitor. A few ideas come to mind for covers. Bounty hunters, mercenaries, noble agents, merchant house loan hunters, gangs. Do we have any solid intel on recent events in the hive? What gangs are rising or dying, etc?"


"We could pose as a noble and retinue, seeking a business deal? That would give us enough authority to go where we wish but would attract a lot of attention. What was the cover of the previous squad? We should avoid that"


GM of all he Surveys - Still sick, but in a different way

The Inquisitor made a face. "Unfortunately, they went in as agents of the Inquisition. Hence the rapid discovery. Not all my colleagues understand a need for subterfuge." She sighed. "A noble or a rogue trader is a useful cover for just such reasons, yes. I know several of my colleagues have used them to great effect."

She nodded to Vasyl. "We have the yearly reports. They may be a few months out of date, so I would avoid anything that needs moment to moment data, but they should give you a rough overview of the environment."


WS 41, BS 42, Str30, T30, Agi34, Int32, Per28, WP30, Fel37 Wounds: 8/13, TB: 3, Armour All: 4, FP: 1/2. Deathlight 15/18

"Nobility will open some doors without making as much of a stir as Rogue Traders. Back up cover could be as hired investigators trying to uncover some noble rake's illegitimate child... scandalous enough to reveal why the first cover was there but not enough to cause a big stir or tip our hand to the xenophiles. If they are worried they killed the scion they might come calling but wont expect us so armed and ready."

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